Finished Folds (1001—1020)
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1his fake eyelashes weren't trying to fly south for the winter. My consciousness flickered. Either he was as boring as a nodding, cracked out LiLo, or he'd slipped something into my
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12The discipline of the high has always escaped me. How can one truly enjoy working while blasted out of his mind, or truly enjoy his high while numbing his mind with work? Luckily
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4Even so, the balance of our worst affronts can be weighed against the first breath, and echoes of new hope that ring in the first cries of our children.
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4Who could have guessed that later, I would master both at once. Fear of death and a dislocated shoulder were enough to remind me of the spell of invisibility from Harry Potter,
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2they were making the dance floor slippery. For hours now he was hoping to recreate the dance scene from "Love At First Bite", or Glee, or some other way to show a man you like his
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3Spilling bodily fluids on it almost always caused the store keeper to invoke "you break it, you bought it" but I couldn't bear ruining the pages. I hid it in the end, Walken style.
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2Well, it's kind of right under the right circumstances, but who ever thinks of marrying a night of Barry Manilow with Bacardi 151 and ginger snaps? The crumbs caused tingles in
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3She never did it on purpose or out of spite. It only happened when the voices resonated at a specific tone. Was it fair that the tone was at the crescendo of Night Fever, Daddy's
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3combination of McRib sauce and stale asparagus urine. Deliciously revolting, in a way that enjoying swallowing your own vomit never was. When she tripped on her own bra,
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2screamed in delight, hoping that the chips would catapult her into some crazed "Favorite Things" episode. Their expressions changed when she turned, gazing at them voraciously and
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4your last TMZ spread." She winced and gave that look from the Parent Trap that made Dennis Quaid ditch the hot blond in favor of his forty-something ex-British Disney abandoneer.
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3corn whiskey convention of dental misfits and blind grain alcoholics. Island bliss had left me one shade too tan in a town waiting for a whites sale at Overstock.com. "Ned Beatty!
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3one might say about such a side dish. Does one compliment its acidity while clumsily dropping it onto the floor? Do they sneeze in it and blush as it's discarded? Sauerkraut can
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4the weed whacker. I was never so happy to see a gas powered lawn tool. In the years leading to that day, grounds keeping equipment and I had shared too much tumult...too much pain
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3"True, they come alive, but they are stronger than ever before." He paused, caressing the leaf of a ficus. "They...love me for it. I give them life and in return, their sweet
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3chanting derisive treachery aimed directly at his mother's virtue; the most jarring of which rang too true to be random. Abruptly the chanting ceased, an eerie silence fell
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3The horror of syphilis had robbed him of his mind and the open sores bled pus onto the yellowed ridges of the sickles that protruded from his maw. Squirrels with venereal diseases
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2the legal wing of our porn business into the twenty-first century. The real money wasn't in the shot, it lay in torrid orgies of unauthorized bits on hard drive. Copyright thieves
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3could smell the torrential hormones pouring through his pounding heart.The richness of it all formed pools of metallic saliva beneath her tongue that she gulped down, thirsting for
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6of a series of super-heroic lacerations, bone spurs, splints, boots and neck braces. It barely phased me that he'd cut the crotch out of them and replaced them with a